Black Child ft. Synik Lyrics

Stormattique on the beat

We struggle hard to survive hoping for better days

Life is hard, my people dying in many ways

We getting nothing but this government is getting fat

This revolution would be televised, its a fact

We gotta stand as one, we need unity

To overcome this corruption and insanity

We got a big role to play

Think about the next generation and make it a better place

But most of my brothers fighting not using their real faces

They like clowns, the labour congress, nut cases

Tryna deceive that they fighting for the masses

They fighting for their pockets, they get it, they all dancing

With the devil, my brother you should never settle

For what the devil gives, he taketh with no schedule

Now you 60-summn or 70-summn

Still in public office, you past it, stop fronting

You know the struggle of the masses

Basic amenities, Good roads, good water, quality education

It goes further, Be a lover of your people

You're not God we know, but do it just a little

I kick this verse for the black child who wanna fight

Gotta search your conscience, do you love your neighbors right?

We gotta change our attitude

God gon answer our prayers, i'm just right here dropping clues

Discoverers, architects of civilisations

In harmony with truth in tune with spiritual vibrations

Travellers following signs to other lands

Languages evolving like this hiphop that i command

Warrior tribes and nurturers

Medicine, mathematics and science you can trace em all back to us

A great people, built towers that stand still

Seem to have lost our power to guns germs and steel

When I read our history and everything that we invented

Tell me how it is that my continents indebted

Broken and poor still struggling from the heritage

Of those who pillaged the land and left it desolate

Desperate begging to neoliberal crooks

Slavery in form of debt, never clearing the books

Pawns in proxy wars for profits will never hold

How many lost their homes coz they were built over black gold

A black soul feels imprisoned from birth

Coz the whole global system built to limit your worth

So when my people started bleaching, I can’t even judge em

Coz they’ve seen over time that when theyre light is when you love them

But I question the standards of beauty that we uphold

Coz they controlled by what media decides to show

So I celebrate Danai, and I pray we raise her high

So my little sisters can know that they can fly

While Im reading Van Sertima, Anta Diop and Biko

For all my people, tryna rise until we equal

Coz this skin been feeling like a criminal offence

And this capital system got me living in this mess but we

Architects of civilisations

In harmony with truth in tune with spiritual vibrations

Travellers following signs to other lands

Languages evolving like this hiphop that i command

Wakakomberwa, mwana mutema

Une basa, wakakosha iwe

Wakakomberwa, mwana mutema

Une basa, wakakosha iwe

Ganda rako harina kutukwa

Ganda rako harina kutukwa